The stray came back,
gliding in,
without so much as
a scratch
at the door –
she came back carrying
apathy
on her tongue
and eyes
capable of seeing only
her reflection;
she came back
with dirtied flesh
and matted hair;
slinking into bed with
nuzzles,
playful nips
and cuddles
soaked in cold sweat;
she came back
with a brand new coat
and a ring
around her finger.
I removed those
before her clothes.
(art by Egon Schiele)
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This is extremely well written
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I agree.
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Thank you, you two. 🙂
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